Me explaining to Adam what all has happened in the last few days. It's a lot, and it's confusing, and I'm keeping the camera on, and now that my footage is missing, I'm going to have to capture and post things more often

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Clara: No, I'm gonna leave that on, and this is why, okay. Yesterday, they tracked down the note in London and it had my name on it.

Adam: They being...?

Clara: Well, they being the friends that Maddison had online. There's a whole army of them and they have this forum. Well anyways, the short of it is, I went to Maddison's apartment the other day, her dad gave me a key, and I found this vial and a note.

Adam: Yeah, that's how Frady was communicating with the girl, like he left pigeons on the door with like notes and shit.

Clara: Well yeah, except for, this one was new, Maddison didn't see this one.

Adam: And why didn't the police get a copy of this?

Clara: Don't know.

Adam: Why didn't they find it when they finally searched her house?

Clara: I don't know. I mean, I do know Maddison's mom is a little nuts, and she sporadically goes over there and cleans stuff up, and moves stuff around. So, I mean, I found, all of Maddison's research was in that briefcase.

Adam: Yeah, this is um, weird and all, but why, why am I still here?

Clara: Okay, well I'm going to get to that. So the message that was found was encoded. And it lead to a coffee shop in Nashville. Well, some dude named Greg, and he went and picked it up. And, he found it... well he found it taped to a drawer.

Adam: Uh... okay...

Clara: Alright, follow me?

Adam: Yeah.

Clara: Alright, so...

Adam: No.

Clara: Alright well, bear with me.

Adam: Alright.

Clara: Alright, well what they found in Nashville was all coded, and that led to another coffee shop that was in London, and that one had my name on it.

Adam: So what'd they find there?

Clara: Well, nothin' at first. Some girl named RedRevolver and a guy named Ezekial...

Adam: Where do they get these names?

Clara: Right... okay. Well they scoured the place, and they found nothing, and then some random dude named Afo, he came and, right, he found it, and he found it taped underneath the table.

Adam: And...?

Clara: And, well, it has my name on it. I mean, I know it could be anybody, but I think that it's directed at me.

Adam: So just call the cops. Somebody's playing a joke on you. That's all it is.

Clara: Maybe... but. I don't know but I figured you'd want to come along as the story unfolds.

Adam: See but the story already unfolded, 'cause like, look the cops got him, he's in jail. It's over.

Clara: Well, plus, I'm kind of nervous, you know. I'm all by myself, and I'm all alone doing this and... just...

Adam: Oh okay, I get it, I get it. So I'm your bodyguard.

Clara: (Nods yes)

Adam: That's very... oh yeah. Yeah. I'll handle ya, it's fine.

Clara: Great, can you drive?

Adam: Yeah.

Clara: Cool! So let me just grab my tapes.

Adam: Alright.

Clara: (Clara opens the trunk.) Um, I can't find my tapes. I mean...

Adam: What's that?

Clara: That's not a... I don't know. I only had a couple of them, but that's everything I shot so far. Shit man.